This sounds like my house, but because we are selling it and need to hide all the Legos it is equally a)fantastic because the Legos are hidden, and b)fucking awful because I have to track down all the Legos, all the time.

My friend has 2 girls and I have 2 boys. She's expecting her third, and last time they came to visit she said "If having a boy means I'm going to have this many freaking legos all over my house, then I'm hoping for a 3rd girl." I told her it's really not different than stepping on all the tiny princess high heels at her house.

I will take the LEGO over the Magic cards ANY DAY. The LEGO at least makes sense to me (although I agree, I don't understand why I found a LEGO Trixie torso in the compost bin) (and I am pretty chagrined to have been able to identify it as Trixie without juvenile assistance)... I don't know what those dumb Magic cards do.

I did my time with the Lego's with my (now adult)children--I can totally sympathize. The only thing that comes close for sheer annoyance is that awful cellophane Easter grass that goes in Easter baskets. I would still be vacuuming up that stuff at Christmas. Also, if any of your boys is someday musically inclined--BEWARE the guitar pick! My son moved out years ago, and I still find them from time to time...

We just donated three big 71-quart sized Rubbermaid storage containers full of Legos to Goodwill, because he's "fourteen and a HALF now, and shaving, and everything, and GOD, even playing football, DUH!" Hey, you don't have to convince me, kid, I'll even drive you to Goodwill my damnself. Just pull up your saggy-ass pants and get your hair out of your eyes. (Although I did get a little misty-eyed on the way home. You know your little boy is gone for good when he gives up the Legos...)

As a veteran of the Lego Wars, I can tell you that the only way to win it is this: Every time you find a Lego where none should be, you must pick it up and throw it away. Do not say a word; just throw. it. away. They will never miss them.

Oh boy can I relate to numbers 14 to 17, and thus I can only imagine how painful number 9 must have been (given the right angle when putting on the show). BTW, stepping on a piece of lego when getting out of bed gets you from 0 to 100 in absolutely no time. Better than any alarm clock.

Oh yes. OH. YES. I couldn't deal any longer and implemented this following gem, this woman is my idol: http://iheartorganizing.blogspot.com/2011/10/organizing-legos-part-3-creating.html
Yeah, I paid a zillion $ for shipping those suckers from Ikea because we moved where there is no Ikea (SOB.) Put together everything, organized the legos by color (f the labels, there is no way I'm doing that), and all was well. For about an hour. Now, I am constantly yelling for the legos to be put BACK IN THE DRAWERS OMG. But at least there is a system that makes me feel better about myself. ;)

Omg I laughed so hard I can totally relate and unfortunately its not just my son but my hubby as well and I have this stupid deal not to throw any of them out and same with hot wheels its so bad I've also found them in litter boxes and animal cages we're moving and I've already packed one big box of legs and Im not even maybe halfway done and Im not talking about duplo nope the little tiny evil ones

Ummm...be lucky your kids didn't like to play with jacks! Remember those metal little mf's? I never knew why my mom hated those things! My son, now 20, reminded me! Those were quickly chucked out. Thanks grandma for getting him those for Christmas!